Yeah

The Four Owls

It feels greatYeah, you know it feels good (it feels good)

Uh (one, two, one, two, one, two)

Alright

Uh

Yo, it feels great (it feels great), it feels marvelous (marvelous)

A whole heap of people want a part of it

Tryna tap into it and tryna harness it

We stay funkier than parliament (parliament)

An′ I don't mean the British government

I′m on some other shit

Deeper than the covenant

So grab the CD

You need an oven mitt

I club 'em with the two by four

I'm on some old Jim Duggan shit

We livin′ it and lovin′ it, right now

The ones with the glow when the lights out

Four Owls, bitch

Great to be back

Got love and we show that all straight to the fans who support us

As we travel across borders

It feels great when you recognize what's important (yeah)

My space mission was aborted

And came back to life with a bang, now I′m all in

I'm lovin′ life so much, I can't contain it

Everywhere around the world

The tracks are hittin′ playlists between the states like the state of oscillation

It's great like the smiles up on their faces

Embrace it

We're stayin′ cryptic like the Roswell bases

Forever in your memory like long-lost faces

Gotta pay some homage to the DJ′s, rappers, breakers

And mans who bumped acres to see us rock stages

Appreciating life in ways I really can't explain, it′s beautiful

Where I'm seeing things hedonism, look to the stars

I′ll be asking the heavens questions and gettin' answers

Telepathically channel them through the bars bruv

Crush hate with the lovin′

Jealousy we trust but you gotta love fate

'Cause you can't change what was

I do this for the people with the real heart for hip hop

It don′t stop!

It′s a great day

Normally I'd sit and hide away all the hate around

Lets me know what I need to say

My PC died, I can′t make beats

An' ain′t backed that shit up for about eight weeks

Hold my fam real close but we rarely ever speak

Talk shit to yes-men that ain't ever that deep

Say it′s bleached

Could dreams really hold prospects

Most opinions are based on material objects

I walk around with a complex

Taking life outta context

Though should call it in like bomb threats

But I'm grown son, each to his own one

The cycle comes back to the start

Just like a homerun, learn to catch a few darts

Should try and throw some

There could be a snake in your camp

You might know one but the hate only breeds it

I'm livin′ life′s secret, why they tryna tell me not to speak it

Find me weeded on the route that's scenic

No competing, I just rode with a team that means shit

See schemin′ from the hazy glares with weak in but give a fuck

I'm eatin′ crispy duck while my vibes peakin'

The crack means less

Cease stress like a cloud of sex

Smoke you get less jokes with the vexed folk

I haven′t got the answers but I'm thinkin' let′s cope

All I need is beed and beats and fresh cro, never techno

But big up piff, that′s what's next though, original

I never buy or resurrect flows, I′m where the peng be

The drink don't tempt me, makes me feel strengthy and act like my peens over lengthy

So no permanent, those few are far between

Overactive imagination, body half as keen

I work for myself, fuck society

Sue me

I′m cheatin' life with a pen and half a doobie